- Motto: "I can totally prove that I'm not a zombie! Just lean over hear, and let me take a little nibble out of your brains."
- Weapon: Double Barrelled Shell Launcher
On Shore- Treeline
Groove watched as his shots hit Vortex, which did little to harm the interrogator. Groove wasn't disappointed though, as the Decepticon chopper turned toward him, just as he had hoped.
There we go, the scout thought as he quickly transformed to his motorcycle mode and started driving away through the forest, Can't give Onslaught or Brawl our coordinates if you're chasing after me.
Thanks to his manueverable motorcycle mode, Groove was able to bob and weave through the foliage faster than most Autobots on land- which didn't mean much when being chased by a Decepticon in the sky.
The wind's picking up- I know what that means!
Groove could feel light debris start to hit him from all directions, his sensors picking up Vortex above him- and a spinning funnel of high winds in between the two heading in his direction. Groove remained focused on the narrow path ahead, as it was his only chance.
Need to hurry, can't stop movi- OH SLAG!
Ahead of Groove came several shots from Vortex's vulcan cannon, closing in on the scout. Groove had no choice but to make a sudden stop to avoid getting hit, just managing not to flip his alternate mode into the air. But by dodging a bullet and stopping, even if only for a second, Groove had lost any slim chance he had of outrunning the incoming tornado.
"Oh no!", he shouted as he felt the strong winds start to move him. He transformed back to his robot mode, hoping that his larger, heavier form would keep him from being taken. For an astrosecond he managed to stay on the ground, but the swirling winds grew stronger, pulling him off the ground as he made a futile attempt to dig his digits in to keep from going further upward, but all he got were hands full of dirt as the tornado brought him airborne.
Groove could do nothing but spin violently within the cyclone as he was repeatedly being pelted by rocks and trees that had also been picked up by the winds. Between the constant hits by debris and the powerful winds moving him, all of Groove's sensors were rendered useless.
Then just as suddenly as it started, it seemed to stop. The noise of the howling winds and the debris that had clouded his optics were gone, as Groove felt himself being thrown from the tornado high into the air. As Groove felt his upward momentum start to slow, seeing the battlefield far below him, he regained enough awareness to open an emergency comm-line.
>>BLADES-ANYONE-HELP!<<, was all he sent as he felt gravity start to take hold.
Saferoute fell on her back, expecting Hex to finally reach her and rip the wires out of her neck. Instead of feeling his teeth dig into her armor, though, she watched the young mech freeze in place. She breathed a quick sigh of relief, but was suddenly startled by the sight of a still-frozen Hex managing to drag his frozen body toward her.
She said nothing, her jaw simply hanging wide open as she backed away from him as best he could, ignoring the slight pain she felt as her burned aft dragged on the ground. Then to her confused, but thankful astonishment, the possessed scout halted his chase. She could only sit and stare as he shredded away the ice that had surrounded his legs in a matter of minutes, then gave her one last menacing smile before he left.
That.... that was no mech..... what..... what happened? was all she could think as she sat in a daze. It wasn't until Ironhide offered a hand up that she came back to the real world.
"Huh?", she said confused as she took the red mech's hand and got to her feet, "Oh, uh right, yeah."
Looking around the ground she spotted her laser rifle a few yards away. After Ironhide's suggestion she hurried over and picked it up, then followed toward the treeline. After receiving a request from Kup for covering fire, she started to take aim at Brawl when her optics picked up a strange light from a distance. As she tried to determine what it was, she felt sudden sharp pain in several parts of her body. She had failed to notice Swindle firing at her, and his scatter shots had managed to hit her.
"RRRRGH", she grunted as she went to her knees in pain, assessing the damage brought on by the weapons dealer. A couple of hits to her right arm, one in her left leg, another in her lower torso that hadn't completely pierced the armor, but had caused a small leak of energon, and a couple that just grazed her shoulder.
"Slaggit.", she grumbled as she grit her teeth, shook her head and got back on her feet, "Not going down yet! Not yet!"
Continuing her backward progress toward the treeline, Saferoute took careful aim with her rifle and fired at Swindle.